Chapter 1170: Moderator (on)

Long Qi quickly gave way and fell out of the lens. But soon, the "polite" greeting between him and Ertu appeared in the environmental sound:
"I have to trouble you to run, Mr. Long Qi."
"It's like sweetness...In addition, I finally have another chance to cooperate, Mr. Intelligence Officer. By the way, since last year's University Student's Day, I have never met a party like your company who makes money like yours."
"Thank you, Mr. Long Qi's professionalism also left a deep impression on us."
"Then if there is a business, please take care of it."
"I thought this was just a part-time job for Mr. Long Qi."
"The industry is changing too fast, the competition is fierce, and the internal volume is serious. If you can't keep up with the pace, you will be like me. I can only queue up and be on the verge of being eliminated... you know."
"Ah, that was an accident."
In Ertu's seemingly mixed expressions of compliments, sympathy, and gloat, all three of them came to the sidecar under the stairs.
At this time, Long Qi took two steps, re-entered the mirror, and walked around to the other side of the sidecar: "Sorry, it's a bit late today. I just grabbed the'Little San'er' and came over. The ride experience may be more special... Rui Miss Wen shouldn't have sat on this stuff before."
There were many sensitive people in the live broadcast room, and Long Qi's somewhat frivolous and casual expressions gave them a lot of excitement. So many people have forgotten the previous doubts... or the dissatisfaction accumulated by the doubts burst out all at once:
"Wait, is this teasing?"
"Don't get on the sidecar!"
"Yeah!"
"Don't, it can't be like this!"
"Starting in three years, the was in the middle, the death penalty was capped, and the underage Miss Ruiwen was protected."
"I knew I would take the little motorcycle at home on it!"
"Miss Ruiwen, think about it again, this old man with long hair is unreliable at first sight!"
"Asshole, don't the program team know how to send a driver? Miss Ruiwen don't get a set!"
Ruiwen, who was able to sit in the reception room for four hours without interacting with the fans in the live broadcast room for even a word, naturally did not respond.
And the next moment, she had already boarded the sidecar—to be honest, this was not conceptually a lady's movement or a position to sit. Although it is the first point of view, although there is still a pedal lever, due to the relatively large movements, her knees and calves can be clearly seen in the live painting.
Well, Ruiwen should also be here in school uniform today.
"Move, move!"
"So light, so white..."
This bunch of LSPs are really enough. They just thumped their chests and feet, and the sky collapsed. Now they are so virtuous—obviously from a subjective perspective, isn't it just looking at the knees and calves!
Well, Zhong Man admits that the more restrictive the perspective, the more touching, under the premise that it can reflect the lightness and dynamics.
In addition, she suddenly realized what was going on with that stubborn "filter" entry on the word cloud map.
Even the knee, one of the most prone to dead skin and pigmentation of the body parts, just a glimpse, did not find any obtrusive details, only the natural physiological curvature brought by the bone and muscle structure, and whiteness The clean calves together form the beauty of pure, clean and powerful lines.
If it is a filter, how much computing power must be burned to reflect such exquisite details?
Wait, I want to LSP if I think about it like this!
Regardless, Ruiwen was indeed sitting on the sidecar of the Dragon Qi three-wheeled motorcycle. Her sight, represented by the live footage, was curiously and orderly passing over the various details near this retro motorcycle.
It didn't take long for the ink to flap its wings and land on the front of the sidecar, as if satisfied with the new habitat.
Ertu made the last ceremonial effort next to him: "I'm really sorry for the poor reception today..."
Long Qi smiled and stepped on the motorcycle and put on his helmet. Then he turned to face Ertu: "Mr. Intelligence Officer, it doesn't matter anything else, only the furnishings of your reception room need to be richer."
The fuel engine roared, and the sudden start and increased wind pressure disturbed the ink, and flew up again with a huff, but immediately displayed amazing spirituality, maintaining an almost synchronized speed, cruising sideways and front.
It was also at this moment that the cheers in the live broadcast room were earth-shaking:
"Although it is over, this is the real beginning..."
"Finally got a bad breath!"
"Sure enough, Dragon Seven has been paying attention!"
"Boyfriend is full of power!"
"I got a fan! I got a fan for CP!"
"Don't wait any longer, start the journey of love now!"
Zhong Man was still smiling in front of him, but his eyebrows were raised when he saw the trend of becoming less and less decent in the live broadcast room.
It can be seen that in this short period of time, among Ruiwen fans, a group of creatures called "CP fans" have been transformed in batches, and some of them may have been brewing to climb the wall...
After all, there are still a minority of people like Zhong Man who read all the fresh meat in the world, and those nasty senior station sisters behind them. More live viewers, especially female fans, really eat Dragon Seven.
Obviously today's live broadcast is coming to an end, but the live broadcast room looks more lively. The activation of Ruiwen's lens is the most critical factor, but it is not fair to completely exclude the role of Dragon Qi.
If Ruiwen can interact with Dragon Seven more effectively now, the effect of the program will inevitably burst-burst into size!
Zhong Man, who is somewhat fan-only, is really not happy with this trend.
Regardless of the hustle and bustle in the live broadcast room, and no matter what the expectations of fans and audiences from all walks of life, on the sidecar motorcycle that drove out of the third gate security square, the physical distance between Longqi and Ruiwen was only half an arm's length. , Drove out of the outer corner of the three-gate security boundary, Long Qi's body naturally tilted, and it was clearly pressed into Ruiwen's field of vision.
These little details, falling in the eyes of CP fans, can almost make them spiral into the sky on the spot.
It's not over yet. While galloping, Long Qi suddenly stretched out his hand again, swiped his right arm over Ruiwen's head, fumbled for the storage box behind, and when he lifted it up, he went into Ruiwen's forward vision. A motorcycle helmet was plugged.
The helmet is made of frosted material, low-key and very textured.
"Today, the sand is inexplicably big...Of course, the most important thing is that we must drive safely and civilly. Bring it. There is a phone in it and it will not affect the chat."
Zhong Man almost sprayed back: Who wants to chat with you!
But maybe because the dust was really serious there, Ruiwen unexpectedly cooperated and took it silently. Then, the live broadcast screen appeared dim for a short time, and when it came back on, the horizon was narrowed and restricted, but the outside world was roaring. The sound of the wind is also significantly weakened.
On the contrary, Long Qi’s voice became more directional: "Oh, it seems that the live broadcast has been affected a bit."
Sure enough, this guy has been paying attention to the live broadcast room.
Many viewers have deepened their awareness of "owners", and those CP fans are also moved by the wind:
"This person understands!"
"It's so sweet!"
"Suddenly + intimate, the four-hour anger value is cut in half at once. If you accept this distraction, the half will be eliminated."
"I'll understand by borrowing a helmet? How can I give a pot helmet to me?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up and shut up..."
There was a mess in the live broadcast room, but Long Qi's voice was stable:
"Actually, since you posted that short video last Thursday, I have been paying attention. I have also been guessing where Mr. Ronan is going and where he will fall. But I have never thought about it. Someone will be called to participate.' I'm honored'... well, as an audience and a new participant, can you make a suggestion?"
Ruiwen did not respond, and Long Qi only tacitly agreed:
"I suggest that in the next time we partner, we should switch the live broadcast perspective more to increase the degree of freedom and flexibility... The half-plane of Tianjie that was still advertised in the live broadcast room just now has a post in it. Good."
"..."
The anchor... Let's be regarded as the actual interaction between the anchor's assistant and the fans, and it came so suddenly.
"Wow, just roll your name! The ad is a big success!"
Cumin noodles was somersaulting excitedly in the chat channel...probably to this extent.
Then, she hurriedly thanked in the live broadcast room: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, handsome Long Qi brother, love you!"
As for Zhong Man, he actually felt the absurdity of "breaking the fourth wall" in the legend. Obviously this is a live broadcast that happened on the real level!
In the environmental sound, the suggestions of Dragon Seven are continuing to be introduced:
"Of course, you have to use the camera on the ink side; in addition, I can also help. One more camera position will give you more expressiveness. This will also allow more people to have the opportunity to see and appreciate Miss Ruiwen. Your unique existence, of course, also includes a sense of beauty in the secular sense..."
"Hey, if you talk too much, it gets greasy. Are you acting on stage?"
Zhong Man couldn't help it. He sent a barrage in the live broadcast room, but soon he was drowning in the "嘤嘤嘤" of CP fans that continued to skyrocket...
Ruiwen was undecided, but her gaze was cast into the mid-air on the right, where the ink was located, seemed to have an idea?
Long Qi made persistent efforts: "There is also..."
"there."
"Hey?"
"What's the team over there?"
"The team, is there any?"
"Front."
"Catch up and have a look!" Probably it was an unprecedented initiative by Ruiwen. Long Qi was still a little excited. He raised his body slightly and looked forward. At the same time, the sidecar motorcycle under the seat had already stepped up and accelerated. Whizzing up.
Not to mention another wave of question marks overturned by somersaults in the live broadcast room. The sidecar motorcycle galloped for several minutes. In the live broadcast field, there was still no situation related to the "convoy" on the visible high-speed magnetic track road.
Is it because the helmet visor reduces the horizon?
At this moment, Long Qi still said "Ah", "Here!"
Where is it?
The mentality of the audience in the live broadcast room exploded, but at this moment, Ruiwen deflected her eyes, just like a few minutes, to the direction where the ink was.
And the spiritual crow just happened to look over.
The scene that seemed to have been familiar made many fans' hearts jump. In the next second, the sky revolved around and the low angle of view next to the ground and the sidecar was flipped, and it was up in the air!
Against the backdrop of the undulating wing shadows on the edges, the other areas of the live broadcast horizon became more and more clear and clear at a glance.
From the perspective of aerial photography, there is still only a solitary sidecar in the high-speed section of the magnetic track; but at a staggered angle, there is a rolling yellow dragon whizzing past the highway.